Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Katarina
I look up at Win, my lips parted in surprise, words stuck in my throat. My brain stopped working after the words, I’m going to hear you scream my name.
But I’ve barely adjusted when Win kisses that spot behind my ear that tickles and tingles all at once.
And then his mouth is sliding down my body.
If I’d expected anything after the screaming comment, it might have been aggressive sex.
Neither of us exactly lacks in the strength category. But his mouth is soft, light, as it moves across my skin.
I break out in shivers as everything tightens. And as he moves toward my breasts, my nipples peak in expectation.
He swirls his tongue over the first, before he sucks it into his mouth. I arch off the bed, my hands threading into his hair.
I hear him chuckle, which makes a streak of irritation zip down my spine. “Do I amuse you—”
But I don’t finish as he pulls my hands from his hair and lifts them over my head. He gives me a wicked grin full of promise, before he lowers his head and starts sucking on my nipple again.
I throw my head back, arching again. I don’t understand why him pinning my arms makes the experience even better, other than I’m just giving myself over to his command.
And I know his touch will feel good.
In this way, I trust Win completely.
He moves to the other breast giving it all the same attention. By the time he’s sliding down my stomach, I’m panting, my heart thrumming in my chest.
“Win,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“Not yet, kitten,” he rumbles into my belly. “I haven’t gotten to the good part yet.”
“It gets better?” I croak as he nips at my lower stomach, making me tremble as my hips lift off the bed.
I had no idea I wanted to be touched this much. Or maybe it’s just him. He’s this perfect mix of strong and gentle that makes me wild.
I whimper as he places a slow kiss on the seam where my stomach meets my leg.
“You smell delicious,” he murmurs into my skin. “I bet you taste just as good.”
“Win,” I stutter out. “Please.”
“Begging, that’s a good sign.” And then he kisses closer, but still to the right of where my body is dying to be touched.
“Please,” I cry again. If he doesn’t put some pressure where I need it soon…
His answer is to lightly flick his tongue right on my clit and I actually scream, my hips bucking off the bed.
I hear him rumble a light chuckle, but I don’t have it in me to be irritated. I. Just. Want. More.
“Win,” I beg, and he rewards me with a longer, fuller lick. I’m mindless now and I chase his tongue like the needy little beggar that I am.
He goes in with all the pressure right on my clit and this time I scream. I have no idea what I say, I think it might be his name, but I’m too far gone to know.
He’s still holding my wrists with one hand but the other presses into my belly, holding me in place as he starts a rhythm that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
I try to get my heels under my knees so I can buck up into his mouth, but they slip, my legs surely flopping around as I whimper for him to give me more.
I’m so tight, I think I’m going to tear apart, every muscle in my body strung taut.
I shake my head back and forth, panting, grunting, until yes, I scream, “Win!” before I finally break, the orgasm hitting me so hard, I see stars.
He lets me ride it all the way to the end, my body finally collapsing onto the bed.
And then he starts kissing a gentle path back up my body like he didn’t just tear my whole world apart.
How can the most powerful man in the world be that good at giving anything? My head lolls to the side and I float back down, only half aware of the path of his lips.
It takes me a second, maybe a minute, to realize that he’s kissing each of the scars on my stomach.
I choke back some emotion as I lift my head. “Win?”
He looks at me and his eyes go black. Confusion makes my brows draw together. “What is it?”
“Look at you.”
I blink and turn toward the mirror that hangs over the dresser.
What I see makes me gasp.
First off, I’m a complete mess. My hair is everywhere, my skin is red, the bed is torn apart.
And Win’s torso is between my legs. He still holds my hands above my head, looking as though he’s master of me in every way.
My gaze goes back to him. “I…”
“Hush,” he murmurs, dropping his mouth to the final scar on my stomach before he slides up my body, his mouth coming to mine.
He tastes like me, and I sink into the kiss, even as I feel emotion well in my chest. “I didn’t know,” I say when he lifts his head.
“What didn’t you know?”
“That being with a man would be so…consuming.”
“Only if you’re lucky,” he adds softly, the thick head of his cock settling between my soaking-wet folds. “I’m going to claim you now, Katarina.”
His words only make me soften, because the idea of being more connected to him… “Yes.”
“And then you’re going to be mine.”
Aren’t I already? I know there are no promises between us, and I’ll never ask for one. Win has been nothing but clear, but I am too. Being with Win, even in a short love affair, is more than I dreamed this life would provide. “Yes.”
Is this going to be painful later? One hundred percent. Am I worrying about it now?
Nope. Definitely not.
He pushes inside me, slowly, carefully. It hurts, the burn strong, but I don’t care.
I can stand pain.
And this is pain that’s for pleasure. I will never turn away from that.
“Christ, Katarina,” he grits in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”
My brow furrows. “Is that good?”
He stills, lifting up, his eyes wide. And that’s when it hits me. I’ve surprised the man who seems to think of everything. I smile back. And then I giggle a little. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“What day?”
“The day I shocked you.”
One corner of his mouth curves up for a second before his eyes close and he sinks just a touch deeper inside me. “You feel so good that I…am I hurting you?”
“What’s pain got to do with it? Keep going.”
His eyes pop back open, meeting mine. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“Make me feel that good and you can twist me into a pretzel.”
“Kitten,” he says between gritted teeth. “No twisting. No pretzels. Just let me make you feel good.” And then his mouth drops back to mine as he sinks the rest of the way inside me.
I stiffen a little, because it really is a tight fit. He stops when he’s all the way inside me, kissing me with a tenderness that steals my breath.
I’m a hard woman. I’ve had a rough life. Win is made of iron. So, the gentleness…it undoes me. I wrap my legs around his waist and tug my hands from his grasp, wrapping them around his neck too.
His forehead drops to mine. “Tell me it’s not too bad?”
“Walk in the park.”
“Kitten. Seriously. I would never hurt you.”
I swallow down a lump. “I’m fine, Win. Promise.”
“Do you double promise? Because I can’t bear the thought…”
Win sounds worried. He’s never worried. And I’d like to tease him, but I think I might need to go soft with my response. “Completely fine. You can take it easy on me this time, though.”
He kisses me long and slow in a way that makes me relax back into the bed. “I will.”
“Next time, though, I want to know how it feels to be—”
He covers my mouth with his hand. “Stop.”
“Why?” I say through his fingers.
“Because I’m trying to keep my composure and I know whatever you’re going to say is going to make me lose my shit.”
Win? Lose his shit? I’d like to see it.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I nip at his fingers, threading my fingers into his hair. He finally lifts his hand.
“Win?”
“Yeah?”
“This was perfect. Thank you.” I don’t say the words I want to say. That I think I could get used to being under him. That his strength, for the first time in my life, has allowed me to relax back. Unwind.
He kisses me again, slowly withdrawing and then carefully pushing back in. It hurts way less, and as he pulls back out, I rock my hips forward, encouraging him to come back inside me.
His large hands cradle my head as he does, but I know he’s holding back, afraid of hurting me.
He just gave me an experience I never dared dream possible, and I’m starting to worry that this might not be great for him.
“Win, you can—”
“Kitten, let me take care of you.”
And then he kisses me silent again. He slowly picks up the pace and I meet his thrusts, loving the feel of his body, the fullness that comes with him being inside me.
I feel his tension building, the way he picks up speed and I hold him tighter, murmuring words of comfort in his ear.
I’m not sure why, other than I know we’re both hurting a little. Me in body, him in spirit. It bothers him that what we just did hurt me.
His forehead comes to mine as he looks in my eyes. “Kitten.”
“I’m ready,” I whisper, tilting my chin to kiss his lips.
Either my words or my kiss breaks him and he cums, his body shuddering over mine.
I hold him tightly, kissing him over and over as he slows, stops, collapses on top of me.
He’s heavy.
I had no idea how much he held up his own weight when he was on top of me, but I don’t say a word as I stroke a hand down his back.
I’ve never felt more at home than I do in this moment.
Which I know is a mistake. But I push those thoughts away. I’m only going to live in moments, and this one is perfect.